![]() “I wouldn’t want you to.” But it was the last case, what it had done to her, that weighed on his mind and his heart. “I don’t expect you to.” For the pleasure of it, he rubbed his cheek against hers. “I guess we’ve both been busy the last couple of weeks.” It felt so good to lean against him and just be. He tells her he misses her when her case consumes her. He sees her working past the point of exhaustion, and nothing frustrates him more. Always though, and most importantly, Roarke cares about Eve his wife. Whatever she needs: an expert civilian consultant or a man providing food to her troops. But justice could, if she was good enough.Īs always, Roarke has Eve’s back. Love didn’t always win, she reminded herself. He tells Eve “she’d been everything.” Married to Roarke, Eve understands exactly what Jerry meant, but in order to do her job, she has to “block out of her mind the devastation of emotion she’d felt from him.” When Eve speaks with Jerry Vandoren-the lover of the first victim, Marianna Hawley-she is struck by the way he described his love for Marianna. The murder victims of Holiday in Death were all connected to “New York’s most posh dating service, Personally Yours.” Eve and Peabody, with the assistance of Roarke, Feeney, and his computer right-hand man McNab, are in a race against time to stop a “Santa” who enters people’s apartments with death on his agenda. A childhood that was bereft of warmth and safety has left a huge gap in Eve’s upbringing, whereas Peabody’s new-age childhood makes her a repository of folk wisdom and everyday knowledge.įolk wisdom says that no one likes to be alone during the holidays. ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas.’ The guy gives his true love something on every day, starting with a partridge in a pear tree on the first day.”Įve’s ignorance of holiday traditions and commonly-known phrases is a continuing motif of the In Death series. Peabody tells her it’s a partridge in a pear tree. Eve’s cluelessness of all things Christmas makes it necessary for Peabody, her sturdy assistant, to explain the meaning of the tattoo on the body of their latest victim. Mavis-a sprite-like grifter-turned-girlfriend-and Feeney-Eve’s mentor in the police department back before Roarke-were the sum total of her friends. There’d been no one else in her life to wrap gifts for.Īnd what the hell did she buy for a man who not only had everything, but owned most of the plants and factories that made it? For a woman who’d prefer a blow with a blunt instrument to shopping for an afternoon, it was a serious dilemma. It had just been a matter of finding something ridiculous for Mavis, maybe something edible for Feeney. She’d never had to worry about the holiday before. You fat son of a bitch.” She scowled over as she braked for a light. After leaving the tranquility of the inner-city oasis she shares with Roarke, she’s confronted with garish billboards of Santa, complete with manic ho ho hos and reminders about the number of shopping days left before Christmas. But now she’s married to a gazillionaire and feeling the pain because Eve is not-and never has been-a fan of Christmas. Lieutenant Eve Dallas is the last person to write out her Christmas list and check it twice. Today, Janet Webb reviews #7, Holiday in Death. Robb's 44th Eve Dallas mystery, Echoes In Death, we're taking a look back at every single book in the In Death series. To celebrate the upcoming release of J.D. ![]()
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